Body Shots (Masters of Pleasure 2)

Crystal sank against the kiss, giving in to the sweet demands her feminine core was suddenly making on her. Dear Lord, she didn’t want to think about her next move. She wanted Trent to take the choice from her altogether. And he seemed all too happy to do so.

He sucked at her lower lip and probed her mouth with his insistent tongue. Apparently not content to leave it there, he deftly bent low and flung her high into his arms, carrying her over to the bed as if she were nothing more than a child. He laid her down on top of the soft, downy blankets with such gentle care that Crystal felt herself melting inside. That such a big man could be so tender was a major oh my in her book. He lay down next to her and propped his head up on his elbow, staring down a

t her with such reverence it shook her.

“Why are you looking at me that way?”

“How am I looking at you?”

She locked eyes with him, her jaw firming as she tried to put into words the way his eyes seemed to see right into her soul. “You stare at me and it’s as if you can see my every thought. It’s disconcerting.”

“I can’t help but admire a beautiful creature when I see one.”

She squirmed, turning even redder. “See, there you go again, making me all nervous and jittery.”

He frowned down at her, as if truly bewildered by her words and actions. “Why don’t you know your own worth? From the moment I saw you, I knew I’d not be able to deny my desire for you. You sat at the bar, so alluring and kissable, and my body spun out of control. When your sexy eyes landed on me, it was all I could do to bide my time until I could be alone with you.”

All at once, he was there again, taking his lips on a sensual journey over her own. Her cheeks were teased and tantalized by his clever mouth. He caressed his way down her neck, wringing a groan from her. Crystal happily surrendered.

5

Trent had had his fair share of women. Exotic beauties who’d left him gasping and willing to please and be pleased. But there was something about the little brunette; she had tugged at some unfamiliar part of him that he could not quite identify.

She had a vulnerability that called to the masculine predator in him, as if taunting him to swoop down and snatch her up.

The instant she had walked into his nightclub, he had been taken with her. Her shiny brown hair drew his fingers to touch it, and her body had been like a breath of fresh air. All smooth curves, she was built for a man to caress and play with.

Trent had never been drawn to women who were pencil-thin. He liked something to unveil. Something to make his time worthwhile. And Crystal was surely worthwhile. Her body practically screamed at him. She was hungry, and he had scented her arousal as easily as if she had uncorked a bottle. She seemed to only have eyes for him and Trent felt unaccountably pleased.

Now he had her, and he was loath to let her go anytime soon. He knew that she’d wanted a single night with him and Mac. No strings and no recriminations. He’d seen her willful thoughts in the expressive features of her beautiful face. Asking her to accompany him to dinner with his family had given him a chance to see her again. The fact that she’d arrived early pleased the hell out of him.

Using one hand, Trent began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. He looked into her anxious eyes and said, “You look amazing tonight, but I’m impatient to see your sweet body.” He lowered his face to within a breath of her lips. “Completely nude, Crystal,” he explained. He’d gotten a secret thrill that she cared enough about him to want him all for herself, but he needed to show her that he had eyes only for her. Other women paled in comparison. Trent let his tongue sweep across Crystal’s soft ruby lips. She parted them on a sigh, and he knew it was an invitation to taste her deeper.

He slipped his tongue inside, but it wasn’t the part of her body he wanted against his mouth. He wanted her nipples, her clit. He ached to taste and tease all of her soft, secret spots and watch her fly over the edge for him. He was hungry for her sweet climax. He wanted her so crazy that she would beg him to take her.

Trent had her blouse half-open, and he could now see that her bra was the same deep shade of red beneath. He dipped his head and licked a fiery path down the valley between her tits. Trent knew a sense of pride when her body arched upward for him. She was so beautiful. So eager. Her hands came up and clutched at his hair, pulling almost painfully, bringing his lips more fully against her flesh in the process. Her skin was as soft as silk and Trent drank her in, swallowing her essence. Soon, her shirt was completely undone, and with a mere flick of his fingers, her bra snapped open, causing her breasts to spill free. He felt as if he’d been given the greatest of gifts when he saw her upper body in the soft light.

“Jesus, you’re sexy,” Trent gritted out as his eager cock responded to the sight of her. He lowered his head and sucked one perfectly erect nipple into his mouth with ravenous haste.

“Oh,” Crystal murmured huskily. The sound sent fire licking through his veins.

Trent nibbled at her precious swell, his need for her uncontrollable. He moved over her, crushing her to the mattress beneath, and used his knee to spread her legs. He pushed his aching erection against her soft little mound, letting her feel what she did to him, then using both his hands, he cuddled and shaped her perfect tits, squeezing one while tasting the other. Crystal writhed shamelessly beneath him. He groaned his approval and released her nipple, leaving a gentle kiss behind. Skating down her body, using his tongue to feel his way, Trent pushed the front of her blouse apart so he could see the softness of her belly. His tongue dipped into the sweet indentation of her belly button, flicking playfully.

“Oh Trent, that feels so good.” Her voice quivered. “I need you. So badly.”

Trent raised his head at her pleading. “We want this to last, don’t we?”

She groaned as if in frustration. “But what about dinner with your parents?”

He chuckled. “We’ll be fashionably late,” he replied before slipping his hand down her body, committing her curves to memory. When he reached the warm skin of her thigh, it was his turn to groan. He skimmed beneath her skirt and felt his way over a pair of satin panties. She was already so hot and wet, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel her with nothing in his way. He wanted her soaked and eager to take his cock.

Trent lifted up so he was kneeling between her widespread thighs, and took no time in getting rid of her clothes. He stared down at the perfection of her luscious, nude body. “I feel like it’s Christmas and I’ve just unwrapped a really great present.”

The neatly trimmed tuft of brown curls covering her hidden treasures was the sweetest sight indeed. He wanted to kiss her there, right where he knew she needed his touch most. At once, Trent left the bed, his body going hot with intense arousal when she whimpered unhappily. He was tempted to lie back down between her long, lean legs and sip her honeyed heat, but Trent had a way of doing things, and he would not be denied.

“Stand up for me, baby.”

She hesitated for the briefest of seconds, before she rose from the bed, her body as fluid and graceful as a dancer’s.